He feinted left then punched the tall man in the throat. Bridget turned away and, running now, grasped the stair railing, pulling herself onto the steps of the car just as the rearmost car passed the struggling men.
“Mr. Kelly! Now or never!” she yelled as the train whistle sounded for the last time.
Kelly grabbed the tall man by the coat, pulled his head down, and slammed his forehead against the tall man’s. Bridget winced, but the desperate maneuver worked. The tall man stumbled away, and Kelly began to run toward the train. He shook his head as though dizzy, and Bridget realized he wasn’t running fast enough. He’d never catch the last car.
“Hurry!” she called.
Kelly looked up at her and increased his speed then stumbled at the last moment. “No!” Bridget called as Kelly went down and the train sped away.
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